Laylaw - Let Me Take Ya lyrics

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Laylaw - Let Me Take Ya lyrics

[Verse One] [Stenge] Well it's the short little Keebler with a flavor like a Rolo Saggin' like a cholo Sportin' mad Polo Settin' sh** off like an arsonist Startin' this rhyme I used to pinch pennies, but now I pinch dimes And quarters Honey watch your order? Cause if it's over ten than your a** is touchin' Stenge Cause I'm tighter than a nun no joke I take your a** to dinner so you know I gots to stroke Cause I'm the freaky deeky Bought my faucet, ain't leaky Don't mistake me for a b**h cause my voice is kinda squeaky Cause I pack a Smith & Wesson with my n***a adolescent, Bambino Ced Twice and Stix & Stones We slap friends, we slap foes, we slap hoes, whooooa Check out my flows I'm only 5'6" but no need for tippy toes [Bambino] Well follow my nose like these hoes that tag along Wasn't made over night, it wasn't made in Hong Kong I'm Bambino The bullsh** king A fat booty and a hootie, that's my late night scene And if I wasn't wreckin' beats I'd be chillin' with some hoes (Swervin' in a Cutla** on vogues) With many dips I roll with my grip and chap stick For my lips Humps in the trunk with the guns and the clips Inside my ride I hit the blunts and the spliffs I also hit the stunts but it's rough on my kit sh** Quick as sh** on my fit And I don't like that one bit But I continue through You want a menu cool I've served a billion plus and now I'm servin' you Ayo they hold us and they hold us and they hold us now they let go We're finally droppin' Ooooh check the echo, echo, echo [Ced Twice] Now it's time for me to do the track like a hoe Bend it, flex it, go for what I know I'm the mellow macker, hit it from the backer Honey don't act up or I might smack ya like Ike Turner Round and hit the door My pockets are phat and I got who*es in scores Now let me say somethin' 'bout my rap sk**s Brings thrills, pay sk**s, sends chills up and down your spine I'm laid back recline I check one two and run it down the line Run it down the line [Chorus] [Don Jagwarr] The DJ, a playboy selection The crowd never ram up this new style and fashion So I just can't understand And let me take you And let me take you Let me take you [Verse Two] [Bambino] Well I can come from the top and still get props Ayo a siren from cop couldn't make me stop Because I don't smoke crack jack just fat sacks of indo I'll whoop your a** with Ken on my Super Nintendo Cause I k** a k**er Like I k** a Miller I'm realer than a Jackson that shouldn't be a Thriller Sport an even steven Curls all around I'm Polo down, ayo I smoke by the pound And get petro, I'm ga**ed I pull it than I pa** And made my high last cause I mix my blunt with hash It's only resin silly peasant see you do not understand it Had the hidden camera now Tamera is candid I planned it again Bambino hittin' skins And that was by intent to my collection and ? [Ced Twice] Don't try to run my style Of course it's an obstacle S.P.5100 and Aeropostale Boxers Thanks for the jockers I gotta get my propers I drink Rum and Coke on the rocks I blaze a blunt Another level of hip hop I'm down to the tip top I flow and don't drip drop [Stenge] I got two thumbs up by I didn't need Siskel Or Ebert Just Cisco and just be erp Or a-lert The F.B.I. cause I'm a small fry I don't sell Whoopers cause I don't need to lie in a tie MP-60's are nifty Tool that's used by the Stenge Then we Wreck a funky jam Wicked as The Omen I like to pop a cherry of a Saint Mary's hoe and Just keep on flowin' Like Mississippi Loungin' with the Level Smokin' weed like a hippie So adjust the treble and let the ba** hit me Adjust the treble and let the ba** hit me [All] Turn up the ba**, adjust the treble And let me take you to a whole nother level Turn up the ba**, adjust the treble And let me take you And let me take you [Chorus] [Don Jagwarr] The DJ, a playboy selection The crowd never ram up this new style and fashion So I just can't understand And let me take you And let me take you Let me take you